In this story of daily life during the 80s, the once fat and ugly Chu Xuan is reborn in a small fishing village in 1983. In this life, she doesn't want to cause Mu Chenze's family to be rui...
What Wang Chenyang didn’t expect was that he couldn’t stop the nosebleed.
As soon as I saw that the situation was not good, I called the village office. The patrol team captain was on duty tonight.
As soon as he received the call, he quickly asked someone to drive a tractor to take Chu Dashan to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave Chu Dashan a blood transfusion while stopping the nosebleed.
It took a lot of effort to help him stop.
It's really rare to see a nosebleed like this.
The attending physician conducted a comprehensive examination for him and found no other problems except for some minor problems with the mucous membrane in his nasal cavity.
After receiving two bags of blood, Chu Dashan finally woke up.
Knowing that he was still alive, Chu Dashan cried and laughed.
The next day, Chu Dashan was discharged from the hospital in good health.
I bought ten kilograms of pork from the county town.
After returning to the village, he brought the pork to Wang Chenyang and asked him to help distribute it to the people who took him to the hospital last night.
Wang Depin allowed him to rest at home for two days, but he declined, saying that he was fine. He went home to change his clothes and went to work at the guard room of the village-run factory.
Those who got the pork all praised Chu Dashan.
"Chu Dashan has really changed. He's more understanding and compassionate than before."
"Yes! We sent him to the hospital, and he even knew how to thank us."
"Even if someone helped him before, he would just say thank you, but he would never buy pork or something like that to express his gratitude."
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Because of this, Chu Dashan received a wave of praise.
Chu Dashan sat in the guard room, drinking tea, and couldn't help feeling scared.
He had never had such a reckless nosebleed at this time in his previous life.
I will never dare to reveal things about my past life again.
At this moment, Chu Xuan, who was abroad, had already informed Wu Bingcheng and his wife and Old Lady Wu that he suspected Wu Mingpeng had exchanged the antiques.
In the end, Mrs. Wu decided to report the case.
Wu Mingpeng was taken away for investigation.
Of course Wu Mingpeng refused to admit it.
Due to insufficient evidence, Wu Mingpeng was released on bail by Ming Guizhi and sent home.
But the story doesn't end there.
At around eleven o'clock in the evening, after Chu Xuan confirmed some things with her parents, she called the village factory again.
The person who answered the phone this time was Wang Depin.
"Hello……"
"Grandpa Wang, it's me."
"Xiao Xuan, what's the matter with the call? Did you find any orders for canned fish and crispy small yellow croaker?"
"Yes, the Wu family's company wants to order 100,000 cans of canned fish and 10 tons of crispy small yellow croaker. They want delivery within two months. As for the deposit, it will be transferred through a public-to-public transfer."
"Great! I'll arrange it right away."
"Grandpa Wang, don't hang up so quickly. Is Chu Dashan at the factory? I have something to talk to him about."
"Yes. The old guy had a nosebleed last night and couldn't stop it. He almost died. It took two bags of blood to save him."
"Nosebleed? Two bags of blood transfusion? He doesn't have any other illnesses, right?"
"No, the medical staff gave him a full checkup and said he's perfectly healthy. As for why his nosebleed won't stop, there's no explanation for it at the moment. Xiaoxuan, call me back in five minutes! I'm hanging up now."
Chu Xuan heard the sound of the phone being hung up, put down the receiver, and thought about something.
Could it be that Chu Dashan got a nosebleed because he revealed too much about his past life?
Five minutes passed quickly.
Chu Xuan called the village-run factory again.
Chu Dashan's voice came from the phone, "Hello, is this Xiaoxuan?"
"Uncle Chu, it's me. I heard that your nosebleed finally stopped. You've suffered!"
"Xiao Xuan! You almost couldn't hear your uncle Chu's voice! Last night was so thrilling. Before I could finish talking to you, my nose started bleeding and I couldn't stop it. It almost cost me my life! I lost two bags of blood before I woke up. I won't dare to dream again in the future. I hope you understand!"
Chu Xuan immediately understood what Chu Dashan meant. "Uncle Chu, have you ever had a nosebleed before?"
"I had it as a child, but not since I grew up. Except last night. The doctor said I'm perfectly healthy, and my blood count is normal, so I shouldn't be unable to stop the nosebleed. It's a little inexplicable. I guess I've become a special case at the hospital."
"As long as you don't have nosebleeds like this again, everyone will think it's just a fluke. Uncle Chu, I'll reimburse you for last night's medical expenses when I get home."
"No, no. I can still afford this little money. Are you looking for me to ask if I'm dreaming again?"
"I won't ask again unless it's absolutely necessary. I just want to make sure you're okay. I'll make arrangements for the ambergris as soon as possible, and I expect to have news within a week."
"Thanks! Let's hang up now? Save some money on the phone bill."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Chu Xuan understood.
I was feeling a bit overwhelmed thinking about washing the bloody clothes at home, and then Liu Dapeng happened to come over.
"Uncle Chu, I heard that your nosebleed couldn't be stopped and you had to donate two bags of blood?"
Chu Dashan knew that he was already famous in the village, "Yes!"
"How will this feel?"
"I feel good. Going to work is no problem. However, I get a headache when I think about that bloody cotton jacket. Cleaning it is a big problem! I want to hire someone to help me clean it. If it can't be cleaned out, I will have to make a new one."
"Are you telling me this because you want me to help you find someone who's willing to take on this job?"
"I mean you should ask your mother if she's willing to take it."
"It's winter, and I don't want my mother to be exposed to cold water for a long time. But my mother can make a new one for you."
You should use cold water to clean blood stains on clothes. If you use hot water, it will not come off at all.
Chu Dashan had so much nosebleed that half of his cotton jacket was covered in blood.
"It would be nice to make a new one. I'll give you twenty yuan, please give it to your mother and help me make a thick cotton jacket. I'll also give you another hundred yuan, please help me buy a cotton coat, okay?"
"OK."
Liu Dapeng agreed readily, and Chu Dashan gave the money readily as well.
The next morning, abroad, Chu Feng finished his breakfast and prepared to go out to wait for the school bus.
Chu Xuan suddenly asked, "Xiao Feng, since I came here, why haven't you asked about Liu Zhaodi's situation once?"
Before Chu Feng went abroad, he was reluctant to leave Liu Zhaodi.
Chu Feng responded calmly, "This is a secret. I'll tell you in a few years."
"How many years is it?"
"Six years!"
Chu Feng finished speaking and went out.
Chu Xuan watched him get on the school bus through the window before looking away.
This time when she came abroad, Liu Zhaodi did not ask her to bring any gifts for Chu Feng, and she had not mentioned Xiao Feng's name in front of her for a month or two.
Just then, Mu Chenze came over and said, "Xiao Xuan, our mom said she would take us to the auction house today."
"Okay. I'll go back to my room to get the ambergris. You guys go wait for me outside the door!"
"good."
After a while, Chu Xuan came out holding a wooden box and sat in the back seat of the car.
Mu Chenze sat in the passenger seat and Tian Xiaoyun was driving.
On the way to the auction house, the three of them chatted.
"Xiao Xuan, do you think your uncle is truly repentant this time?"
Chu Xuan doesn't like Wu Bingwen, but he is her grandmother's eldest son, and her grandmother is willing to give him one last chance, so she supports him.
"Mom, for grandma's sake, we'd rather believe that uncle is truly repentant."
"Yes! For your grandmother! By the way, what is your desired price for this piece of ambergris?"